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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 16:19:45 GMT -5
Deep inside the Ice Cave....
It was a cold and unforgiving air that had taken this place and turned it into the Cavern it was now. The Ground was frozen, every step easily making one slide would they not be careful and fall deep into the grounds of this icy place. Kuja was sure this place's surroundings had already caused people's death's, but it didn't do anything to scare him off of course. His whole essence screamed death and destruction, after all. One would wonder what the Genome would want in such a cold and lonesome place. It was a rumor that had reached his ears from Dali. People said they had seen a creature with black wings that had been wandering around close of their town. The description of what they saw in the details they managed to share was enough for him to understand what this being was and that he might be the best person to deal with this. It must be one of the blackmages that had been created.. created by him. And it was a rather dangerous one, also. He remembered that the queen's little underlings had crafted three strong blackmages with wings with the mist and the knowledge he had shared, making them much more powerful than those normal ones. He thought that all had been destroyed by Zidane.... maybe one survived after all. It was cold in the cave, but Kuja didn't mind. His body was created to be able to take a lot, so he didn't even flinch when a cold gust of wind moved past him, making his hair and clothes move slightly. His eyes traveled over his surroundings, his steps having led him to a opening with spring-water. The genome could sense it was here somewhere... “I know you are close, puppet. Come out.”, he commanded. Yes, it most likely wouldn't work on this one, but if it was still following an order, than this tone might actually get it to make itself noticeable. @blackwaltz3 |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 16:56:45 GMT -5
 "Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Black Waltz 3 stood atop the Icy Cavern's tallest perch, arms crossed as he looked out across Gaia in thought. He needed to find a way back into the kingdom... Alexandria had thoroughly recovered after it's brutal destruction, something the Waltz was forced to watch as he attempted to enter the city for the first time... It was now up and running, popular among tradesmen and travelers alike... Someone had to be governing the kingdom. Could it be... Garnet? But what could he do to get inside...? As foolish as the princess was to run away from her responsibilities, she wouldn't be so dumb as to leave herself unguarded... Probably that idiot knight in the rusted armor... Maybe ZIDANE if she paid him enough would stick around. All thieves were so attracted to the smell of gil. As he contemplated his next move, a voice called out from within the cavern, it's reach far and clear through the empty, tunneling caves within. "Puppet...?" The Waltz growled, not recognizing the voice of his creator. How could he...? Even if the words made it through, the tone and accents within said words were distorted. With a mighty flap of his wings, the Waltz descended back into the cave, electricity crackling about his being. Suddenly, his yellow eyes widened as they lay upon the man calling for him, his electricity completely fizzling out.
"Y-you're..." He muttered, unable to complete his thought. @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 17:17:17 GMT -5
The young genome was unfazed by the sound of flapping wings and the crackle of electricity in the air when a shadow descended to the cave he was in. It was unmistakable... a Black Mage. Though it was crafted more detailed like the others, this one was a created to be a tool, just like the others. A tool of destruction. The creatures yellow eyes seemed to try and burn into him, when they suddenly widened as the creature seemed to realize who was standing before him, the spell it was about to cast vanishing into thin air.
Kuja just stood where he was, not moving an inch from his spot.
“So.. you are the weapon created by Alexandria.”, he would say to the creature, crossing his arms shortly after, seeming to analyze him for a moment. There was no smile on his face, nor a sad expression. Just.. emptiness. Though that could not be said about his mind. Seeing this reminded him of the other black mages he had once despised, laughing at them for their short time of existence. He was just like them.. the tool of their creator.
“You understand who I am.. do you not?”
Deep down, every Black Mage knew.. when they stood in front of their maker. He had formed the first ones with his own hands to serve him. As he eyes the other, he couldn't help but sense that he lacked something the Black Mages from the village had. He is only half awakened...
“What is the black raven doing so far away from it's nest? What is your mission?”
He gestured with his hand, pointing it at the winged creature, eyes narrowing slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 17:51:43 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Yes... He knew who this man was. He had never met him before nor could he place a name to his face but in his very being, from his hat to his boots, from deep in his very core he knew this man... and it was NOT a good feeling. The Massive Waltz slowly lowered himself down to the figure's level, practically shaking deathly presence, so much of a completely alien feeling washing over the Black Mage like a tidal wave! He asked if the Waltz knew him... and he nodded lowly, his wings fluttering behind him to express the fear his face could not. "Y-yes..." He manged to stutter... His dead eyes seemed to pierce the glowing ones of the Waltz, cutting into his very being... They invaded his soul, his thoughts, his form, as if determining which part of him would collapse first under his heavy gaze. This man was his maker... Nobody else could extract this much fear from a creature as mighty as Black Waltz 3! The man asked what his mission, was, the black mage before him. For a second, he did not answer... paralyzed... Fear had gotten a hold of him, he who was too inexperienced with the emotion... "My sole purpose is to kill. My objective is to Capture Princess Garnet."It was like reporting his life to his executioner... as if sharing this knowledge might spare his meager existence... @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 7:32:45 GMT -5
As predicted, the creature would answer him after some time, though the reactions he could see really made him wonder how much of a soul it possessed. It showed fear... A lot of fear from standing in front of his true master. The report from the creature of it’s mission was making Kuja take a deep breath for a moment while he gathered his thoughts on this creature.
He could sense that it’s soul was filled with the wish of destruction and it was a strong will that was hiding beneath it. However, the two clowns had made a good job at crafting him to be just a war-machine. The soul’s destructive nature was to strong to be altered... but....
Seeing how it hunted down something that no longer was necessary to be done really was striking a nerve with the Genome. It was jut like him, who’s only goal was to destroy at first. Destroy all... Hunting after a goal he would never be able to achieve. A goal that won’t fill the emptiness in his heart. This creature would may be able to kill Garnet, but what than? It would lose all it’s meaning and fall into insanity... just like him.
A growl escaped his lips, his steps leading him closer to the Black Mage.
“You might Capture her... but can your mind accept what awaits you after your purpose has been fulfilled?”
He wanted to see what will happen when this creature is confronted wit the future. Would it be able to answer his question? Or will it already fall into insanity by trying to picture anything after it? His steps stopped right in front of the Black Waltz, his violet eyes looking deep into the soulless yellow ones.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 15:43:32 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz instinctively took a step back as his master approached menacingly, confused by his question of "then what?" What did he mean? There was no "Then What" for Black Mages. He was designed to function long enough to complete his mission within conceivable time! There was no time for a "What then"... "...I am not designed to function beyond the confines of my mission." The Black Waltz confirmed, shaking his head. "Once my mission is complete, I will cease to function. That is all I was created for."Death wasn't something a creature such as he should fear... they didn't have time for it... They live, they serve, they kill, they die. That was all they were meant for in this world of theirs. He was doomed from the start, as was everyone lesser than he. The Difference was, he was a flawed design, too powerful for the confines of a Black-Mage Body. As a result, his own magic was constantly damaging himself in the smallest of ways, essentially lessoning his time before his own form stopped moving. His death was inevitable and coming soon. It wasn't a matter of fearing it... He was more afraid he wouldn't complete his mission before his time ran out. @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 10:08:26 GMT -5
Kuja was almost dissapointed when he heard the response the creature had to give him. The reaction to him getting closer didn't really surprise him. This creature knew he was it's master and of course it would respect him, just like Kuja had once respected Garland. However, he had thought that this being had more of a soul, like the mages he had under his command. This creature only existent for to finish one quest and it didn't care or even try to care about anything else.
The magician crossed his arms, closing his eyes for a moment to think about what he would do with the black mage in front of him. He knew that his time was limited, but it was almost a waste of potential to see it hunting after something it will never be able to achieve in it's short life-span. One would say that Kuja felt... pity for it.
“Of course.. you are a puppet that will stop moving on once it's act has been performed. Only one stage you will enter.... but to see you running after a goal you will never reach with such power is truly sad to watch.”, he would say, his eyes opening again, the violet piercing into his soul once more with a certain amount of determination in them.
“As your maker, I am here to change your fate and give it a new course.”
His slender fingers reached up in the Mages direction, his steps carrying him forward, not caring that the creature will most likely try to step back even further. There was a wall behind it, so it wouldn't come far anyway before his fingernails would touch the others face, pointing right between his eyes.
“Don't resist me. That is the order of your new master.”
A spark of energy would appear between his fingers, his magic getting ready to enter this puppets body and change it's mind to bend it to his command.
Kuja is getting ready to manpulate the Black Waltz's conciousness about his goal
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 10:51:37 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" A creature such as he was too unstable, too flawed to become anything more than the sum of his programming. His power was barely contained, his mind bordering on insanity... To imagine something of such design would have a soul at all was... hopeful to say the least. Black Waltz 3 gazed down upon his master, perplexed by his choice of words, tilting his head as Kuja acknowledged the tragedy of his existence. What did it matter how 'sad' his 'life' was? He wasn't a human... or whatever his creator was. Black Waltz 3 was designed purely for one goal and, if he succeeds in it, then his life, as short as it is, would be complete! Would that not be the best outcome for any creature? To enact it's purpose? Not by the standards of his maker it seemed. His purpose in life no longer satisfied the man that designed him and practically built him from the ground up. That both enraged and saddened the Black Waltz, the mixed emotions swirling in his dark, glowing yellow eyes as Kuja tore back into him with his violet ones. He declared that he would alter the Waltz's purpose in life and, at the very notion of his entire self being warped in such a way, the Black Mage panicked... He was going to take away everything he was! Black Waltz 3 wasn't going to exist as he was designed too! His purpose.... gone... His wings immediately spread, ready to take off and flee for what it was worth but at the command of his master, the Mage froze, his body going as stiff as if it had stopped moving permanently. His very command was something the Waltz couldn't resist, not even his eyes were able to change direction as his master gently rose a hand near his face, placing two fingers upon his forehead. "...What will become of me...?" He uttered, his entire internal self shaking and squirming, writhing in fear... His orders slipping away word by word, syllable by syllable, letter by letter, ready to be replaced with something new... @kuja |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 11:29:49 GMT -5
The Black Waltz 3 was nothing more but a machine, taking orders and listening to them, even if part of him doesn't want to. He saw how the creature extended it's wings, seemingly ready to take off and flee from the other, but shortly after his order was spoken, his body turned against his fear. Such a creature didn't need any sympathy. Would it's soul be stronger, than maybe it would, but this one was long gone.. He never developed it. The clowns had created a weapon.. a weapon to strong to fight it's purpose.
It was still shaking, but not moving one bit when Kuja started to enter it's essence with his magic. He continued to look into the yellow eyes of the creature, it's would soul screaming in protest to what was happening to it. Kuja.. didn't care. The other had a chance and he had not grabbed it.
He was a machine. Nothing more... just like the black mages he saw dying under Brahne's order. Kuja closed his eyes, sighing in response to the question of the winged Mage in front of him.
“From this day forth you will no longer be the mage of the dead queen, but mine. Your existence will still hold the same meaning, but you will no longer hunt Garnet.”
His magic sunk into the soul, erasing all traces of the old order, before Kuja would open his eyes again, speaking out what will be written in his being.
“I am Kuja. You are my servant, Black Waltz 3. Your main goal is to find a strong life source for me to harvest. You will travel the worlds and destroy everyone that dares to stand in your way of achieving that goal.”
The order was spoken. His new servant was created.... Kuja would release his essence from the Black Waltz and lower his arm to his side. However, he had left a little gift in the Mage's body. He extended his limits... now, this creature can grow even stronger with time and become a tool that was fitting to his missions. He may have already been more powerful than normal black mages, but there was still so much more he could achieve, just like that little kid Vivi had done. They are not the same.. but he too could reach such power.
A looked at the other, waiting for a response now. This creature might be disorientated, but Kuja would lead him through this first part of the play, so he would continue by himself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 19:06:35 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" And like the machine he was, Black Waltz 3 was steadily reprogrammed at the behest of his designer, Kuja declaring that he would no longer serve a dead cause. His craving for death would be redirected towards a new target, this one that would serve him. Slowly, the Waltz came alive at the declaration of his new goal, his eyes refocusing on his master as his new objective became clear: "Find a new life source for you to harvest." He repeated softly, his orders etching into his mind. His previous goal all but erased from his mind, Black Waltz 3 was now souly dedicated to the scouting and reporting of powerful life-forces and the destruction of all that stand in his path! He already had a few ideas of potential targets... And a few ideas of how to achieve said goals... His master was the one in charge, however and with his presence, the Waltz's autonomy was void. "Do you have any specific targets?" He inquired, his wings fluttering softly behind him as they folded against his back. "Or am I to seek them out of my own accord?"@tag |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 13:19:33 GMT -5
The Black Waltz was a sad creature in many peoples eyes most likely. It was not difference with his creator, though Kuja had not thought like this before. He didn't know what pity was. All of them were just creations for a bigger cause and would be thrown away once their quest was fulfilled. Easy, yet... Once you started to understand emotions, you see things from a different point than just using rational thinking. It was strange for the genome still....
The creature was rebuild and waited for it's first instructions, asking what his moves should be. Kuja looked at his reworked creation and seemed to think about it for a moment. Kuja had to take care of some things and if this machine was able to handle the mission without him having to interfere much, the better it was.
“I have no specific target yet.. I need more information and you will gather them for me.”
The genome moved a hand through his hair, his head turning to look at his own reflection in the water close to his feet.
“I'd rather avoid getting my hands to dirty with mere search right now. I have something else... I want to take a look at.”, he murmured, his eyes fixing on the Black Waltz again with a smile on his face before he would gesture to the sky.
“Go, my creature. Go and find me what I desire. You will know how to find me, once you have gathered enough for me to report. Let no one slow you down...”
He knew that the Black Waltz was dangerous, but Kuja had to embrace it to make sure this machine would keep functioning like he wanted it to. Killing was part of it's being, so telling it not do destroy for the better cause would make it go insane. He just had to redirect it and accept a few lives finding their end to it's hands most likely.
"Go, my slave. Go out into the worlds and do as you are ordered."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 17:21:55 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz nodded as his master laid out the details. No specific targets, he was on his own to find them by any means necessary. Good... His kind of mission. Total autonomy with only an end-goal restricting his actions? This was something he would do gladly. "As you command." And with that, he spread his wings and with a mighty flap of them, shot into the air, blasting out through the cave exit to commence his mission. He knew just who he was looking for too... A good place to start. Garnet still came to mind when thinking of a "Strong life source" but her location wasn't readily known to him. There was a woman with young woman who's location WAS though... Someone he knew.... decently as a person. "Rina..." He growled to himself... She was his target. @kuja |
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